Since When Were You The Villain Novels & Stories

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

I spoke until my mouth hurt but his only response was that I was interesting? So what do I say to that? Most importantly, how do I convince him to keep my secret? Fuck, I'm so terrible at mind games. Why'd they make me a villain when I'm this dumb? A side character or a nameless extra would have made more sense. This was just so fucking ridiculous. I felt annoyed.

He said and left. I sat down on the couch and begin to question my character. Have I become cruel to people? Have I become the bad guy now? Well, I guess I am the villain now. It's up to me to decide if I will continue being this way. If I continue to be nice to people then they will think I am weak and will take me for granted.

That picture wouldn't leave my mind any time soon. Not typical of a villain, huh. Exactly. I was an upholder of the principle: action speaks louder than voice. My behavior, my interest—they all were pointers that I was a unique breed of villain. It got me squealing—mentally, because I'd begun to worry I was an empty vessel. One—like the other villains—that faked the extent of their wickedness. I didn't scowl like them. Didn't dress like the devil's right-hand man. I was genuinely quirky.

I had grown cold, calculating, using my charms to manipulate him into becoming vulnerable to me. It was only a matter of time, I guess. As the sun dared to peek through the gray clouds, casting a dim light upon the camp, I found myself standing at a crossroads. Revenge pulsed through my veins, but the weight of its consequences bore heavily upon my soul. I had suddenly realized that vengeance alone would not heal my wounds; it would only prolong my suffering, spreading darkness where I still yearned for light.

My breath hitched, and I hated the way my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat at his words. "I don’t care how you feel," I said, my voice trembling. "You don’t get to waltz back into my life and act like you’re some kind of hero. You’re the villain in this story, Alaric. And I’ll never forget that." Something flickered in his eyes, a mix of pain and determination. "Maybe I am the villain," he said quietly. "But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you that I’m not."

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

"What the fuck? He's the most despicable bastard on the planet! He lied to both of them! Disgusting!" "Ew! So, he'd been pretending the whole time the cameras were on him? Somebody give him an award for his performance!" All at once, everyone online was on my side now. Suddenly, I was the pitiful heiress who'd been fooled and tricked by the scoundrel of the year, but I never gave up and continued fighting back until I finally succeeded. Meanwhile, Derrick lost all his supporters and became the villain of the century. I read the news articles as I sipped on the coffee Xander pushed toward me.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."